Thy Wet Companion
Loyal to those who feed him, well maybe
Taken from his mother whilst sucking on her teat. He can still taste her sweet warm milk on his lips. He wishes he couldn’t, it’s like a spot of honey he can’t quite lick off his nose. An insatiable itch of love and beauty.
Pup has grown, his hunger for revenge hath kept him throthing at the mouth. He’s vowed to find who took him, and when he does, he’ll bite their face off.